Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belgium and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Traffic Nightmare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.